Money In The Banana Stand - The Red League Lyrics

I swear, this shit won't add up.
Seems every day another battle's on the news
Between the anarchist and riot cop.
Well thanks, such a f*cking lot,
Reduce an issue to a 'civilized' round table and a myth
of what's behind a black mask,
have you bricks to spare?
I know I've felt that way before but it never comes naturally now
and what about those faces that I know
Who struggle every day?
I guess you're either complacent or a fool,
Well that's suck a f*cking joke, my friend,
Its time we burned that shit down.

It's a curse; it's a death-trap
I breath uninterrupted as i read bodies in newsprint.
Not a splinter in sight but it seems like the base is cracked

A f*cking sign beside my bus stop wakes me up
I wish the temperature would drop until explosions would stop
then maybe we'd finally see ourselves.
Seven-billion strong, where the f*ck do we find meaning
In this culture of lies and rot?
And do you think about 'meaning'?
Well I sure think about meaning,
but it doesn't come from the news.
I'll take the next train out of this city
Just to maybe find something true.
Don't you feel so f*cking used?

I'll take the next train out of this city,
Not a splinter in sight but the base is cracked.
The Red League.

I'll live and die in that endless lie,
Live and die in an endless line.
I swear, not another day will pass us by on the inside.
Say what you will, I won't swallow that pesticide.